"We must bear patiently not being good....and not being thought good." ~ St. Francis of Assisi
I can bear patiently not being good but not being thought good is the harder part for me.
"God sometimes looks like someone finally, finally telling the truth." ~ Anne Lamott
Another little bit of wisdom taped to the bottom of my computer screen. I like to think of myself as a truth teller. I'm humbled at how blind I can be to the truth. Particularly when it comes to myself.
"Find a bit of beauty in the world today. Share it. If you can't find it, create it. Some days this may be hard to do. Persevere." ~ Lisa B. Adams
Lisa passed away from metastatic breast cancer over 2 years ago now. I keep her words where I can see them.
Today I am doing my part in planning my dad's memorial. Even though he passed away nearly 4 months ago we put off having his service until the weather was warmer. The majority of my family is buried in a tiny little church cemetery in the middle of a field. Up the road is the one room school house that my mom attended. The community has worked hard at its upkeep so that at times like this, people can use it for the luncheon that follows a funeral.
It didn't matter what life looked like for my dad as he aged he always said that it beat the alternative.
I can bear patiently not being good but not being thought good is the harder part for me.
"God sometimes looks like someone finally, finally telling the truth." ~ Anne Lamott
Another little bit of wisdom taped to the bottom of my computer screen. I like to think of myself as a truth teller. I'm humbled at how blind I can be to the truth. Particularly when it comes to myself.
"Find a bit of beauty in the world today. Share it. If you can't find it, create it. Some days this may be hard to do. Persevere." ~ Lisa B. Adams
Lisa passed away from metastatic breast cancer over 2 years ago now. I keep her words where I can see them.
Today I am doing my part in planning my dad's memorial. Even though he passed away nearly 4 months ago we put off having his service until the weather was warmer. The majority of my family is buried in a tiny little church cemetery in the middle of a field. Up the road is the one room school house that my mom attended. The community has worked hard at its upkeep so that at times like this, people can use it for the luncheon that follows a funeral.
It didn't matter what life looked like for my dad as he aged he always said that it beat the alternative.
2 comments:
Beautiful post. Truly lives up to your name - Hope. In all circumstances.
I'm sorry I'm just now seeing this, Hope. How nice that is that the community has kept up the place for family to gather for a meal after the burial. I hope the day was mostly a blessing.
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